Everything seed to be frozen, as if arriving at a place forgotten by ti.
Ronan squinted his eyes, observing this vast and desolate world. His knowledge of the Ice Ring and the Ice Emperor all ca from Soraya of the White Stone Castle, but evidently, Soraya knew little about this ancient legacy.
This was one of the reasons he chose to temporarily cease hostilities with Elsa.
Coming from the Frost Leader, Elsa, who was clearly aiming for the Ice Emperor’s legacy, must know far more than him.
Ronan closed his eyes, and from deep within his soul, the Ice Ring Mark transmitted a faint sensation, as if sothing in a very distant direction was calling for him.
He turned his head, eting Elsa’s gaze.
The latter had already withdrawn from a state of combat, concealing her aura, seemingly agreeing to Ronan’s proposal for a temporary truce after so thought.
The two of them tacitly began to proceed in one direction.
Elsa maintained a certain distance from Ronan all along.
In the sky, nineteen frozen suns hung high, resembling eternally frozen Northern Lights, as on the boundless ice plains, two tiny figures moved forward one after another, as small as grains of sand.
Initially, Ronan tried flying, but gradually he realized that no matter how fast he flew, his speed seed no different from walking.
He could never distance himself from Elsa, who asured the snowfields like a devout pilgrim, so he simply descended and walked at a leisurely pace.
In the vast world, there was no sound, only the gentle rustling of footsteps on the snow as companionship.
Unsure of how long they walked.
"Sothing’s not right!"
Ronan suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking around, with his brows knitted tightly.
He had consciously been calculating ti in his mind; they had been walking on the ice plains for at least three months, yet the surrounding scenery never changed, as if they were trapped in the sa place, endlessly circling.
The call from the Ice Ring Mark deep within his soul hadn’t changed either, maintaining a subtle state of being.
"Don’t you feel sothing is off?"
Ronan called out to Elsa in the distance.
The latter seed not to hear him, maintaining a solemn deanor, taking one step after another forward.
"Is the test of the Ice Emperor’s legacy... already begun?"
Ronan gazed into the far distance, deep in thought.
He didn’t know when he lost contact with Alazan, nor could he enter the Mist Space.
For now, it seed he had no choice but to keep moving forward.
"I don’t feel hunger or thirst, nor a loss of stamina..."
If this truly were a test, Ronan thought he probably already guessed the specific content of the test.
His eyes glimred as he took a deep breath and continued to move forward.
One day, two days, three days...
One month, two months, three months...
One year, two years, three years...
The vast ice plains seed endless, with Ronan endlessly counting ti, yet unable to feel its passage.
In the endless journey, loneliness and the despair of seeing no end gradually devoured Ronan’s resolve like floating ice upon the sea.
Even knowing clearly that this was a test that must be endured before eting the legacy, soone as determined as Ronan sotis couldn’t suppress many doubts while gazing at the unchanging road ahead.
Solitude easily breeds distractions; mories surge forth like regurgitation.
Ronan’s advantage was probably that, thanks to many practices with the Spirit Heart Amber, he could regurgitate far more mories than the average wizard.
He initially kept track of ti, but later, the concept of ti blurred.
He didn’t know when Elsa, who had always walked ahead of him, suddenly changed direction and began retracing their steps.
Approaching, Ronan found Elsa muttering words he couldn’t comprehend, her gaze entirely dispersed, evidently on the verge of ntal collapse.
Ronan hesitated for a mont, ultimately choosing to stop Elsa, knock her out, and forcibly carry her, continuing forward with her.
It’s not that he was particularly kind.
But in such an extended trial of despair, having soone with him was far better than being alone.
Even if it was an uncommunicative "corpse."
Without Elsa’s figure in sight, loneliness surged violently.
Even a plethora of mories eventually wore out, solitude like an invisible wind gradually dulling Ronan’s vivid recollections each ti.
Ronan began to pause.
Sotis he stood there for a long ti.
He carried Elsa on his back, gazing up at the nineteen frozen suns and the countless frozen Northern Lights, staring for what felt like forever.
Then, at a certain mont, suddenly realizing, he would continue moving forward.
When almost all he could recall were the unchanging white ice plains, Ronan started inscribing his own na into the snow with each step he took.
This was his only way not to forget his na.
For he had forgotten far too much.
For instance, who was the person he carried on his back?
For instance, why was he in this place?
For instance, where was he headed with his seemingly endless walking?
...
In this prolonged journey, Ronan’s soul attained unprecedented tranquility.
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